When I was about 7-8 years old this kind of thing was rarely heard of.
One night I overheard my parents talking about how a little girl had been kidnapped and raped. Her injuries were so severe that she died.
My dad, who was pretty religious, was beside himself with rage. My mom, usually the calmer of the two, was crying.
I learned two lessons that night: evil exists and my parents would do anything to protect my sibs and me from it.